When he woke up the next morning, Qi Jin felt a slight pain in his head. Looking at the alarm clock, I only slept for four hours.
He clearly wanted to continue sleeping until work hours, tossing and turning, but he couldn't fall asleep, so he had to get up and drink water.
There is a slight fever on the forehead.
Yesterday I lay on the sofa for two hours, and the coat on my body slipped to the ground at some point, probably because I caught a cold.
Qi Jin was very resistant to taking medicine. He has a strong reaction to Western medicine, and the effect of the medicine usually makes him feel tired all day long, constantly want to doze off, and usually won't take it unless he is very sick. When encountering such a low-grade fever, he often endures it on his own and passes it.
At this time, the community was still immersed in the tranquility of the morning, and the light cast through the window glass was very pale, pale and pale, and could not warm the interior. A person with a fever is very sensitive to cold. He just walked around the living room to find a cup to drink water. After drinking, he felt cold all over his body, his hands and feet were trembling, and he had to get back to the bed.
"Collecting data in the morning, interviewing with the Chengxi Transportation Bureau in the afternoon, and producing the Mid-Autumn Festival special in the evening..."
He muttered to himself about today's itinerary.
Originally, this quiet time before going to work was the most suitable for recording, but Qi Jin was completely uninterested today, lying on the bed with his eyes open.
He took out his mobile phone, opened the text message, typed in the words "I'm sick", and stared at the blank column of the recipient in a daze.
Can't think of who to send it to -
Director? You might think you're going to miss work.
colleagues? Probably will complain that there is one less person to help today.
Sister? He was probably still sleeping with his head covered. Even if she receives a text message, she will definitely give a reply like "I told you to take good care of yourself and you don't listen, this time you will be punished hahahaha".
Doctor? Too bad I'm not a cat.
When he thought of this, he was stunned for a moment, and quickly shook his head to clear the thought. Generally speaking, you should think of ordinary doctors.
It's going to be burnt, it's going to be burnt...
Qi Jin muttered in her mouth, frowned and got up, ready to wash up, and by the way, she filled her stomach with something and went to work.
Every holiday is approaching, the TV station is like a battle with a charge, and the department is busy in circles.
In particular, the Mid-Autumn Festival and National Day are coming one after another, and various activities in the province are emerging one after another, and almost all the people in the interview group are on business trips. As for Qi Jin, because he usually travels too many times, the director feels that he is indebted to him. This time, he specially arranged a few interviews in the city to give him some comfort.
"Sick?" Seeing that he didn't know how many times he reached out to touch his forehead, his colleague finally saw the clue.
"It's a little hot, but it's okay." Qi Jin put a large glass of water on the desk and added a little salt, ready to replenish water and keep her body temperature down when she didn't have to go out for interviews in the morning.
"Why don't you find someone to do the interview at the Transportation Bureau this afternoon? It's windy outside today, so don't get a bad cold."
"Where are there any free people at this time? Everyone has work arrangements, don't disturb me alone." Qi Jin smiled and declined the kindness of her colleagues, "I will finish these files as soon as possible. , during the lunch break, you can take a nap and recuperate."
Just as he was about to continue his work, the director walked into the office with tea, imitating the tone of a newsboy on TV and announced: "Outside! Outer! The Mid-Autumn Mooncake gift box ordered by the desk has arrived and is placed in the mail room. Everyone remembers one person before leaving get off work today. Take one back!"
It is the practice of the unit to send moon cakes in advance during the Mid-Autumn Festival.
According to well-informed sources, the merchants selected this year are very good, the packaging is exquisite, and the content inside is also worth the money.
Hearing the director's words, the impatient colleague immediately dropped the matter at hand and looked at the moon cakes eagerly.
The atmosphere in the office became lively for a while, and they started talking about their favorite moon cake fillings. While typing, Qi Jin occasionally tilted her head to join the chat team, enjoying herself happily.
"Qi Jin, it's your share." A colleague heard that he was a sick patient, and very generously brought his share back for him.
"Yo, thank you so much." Qi Jin continued with a smile.
The packaging of the mooncake gift box is very classical, with a light gray background and a light-colored painting of a lotus pond, with a full moon hanging high in it, and the brand also uses cursive inscriptions.
In addition, a silver high-end gift bag is also included with the gift box. It seems that the unit is really generous this year.
"By the way, Qi Jin, the person in the mail room said there was a letter from you, and I'll bring it for you by the way." The colleague took out a size 3 envelope, which was slightly larger than a normal envelope, and put it in front of him.
"A letter to me?"
Qi Jin was slightly surprised, her eyes swept away, and suddenly the words "pet hospital" on the top of the envelope stopped.
It's a hospital-specific envelope—in addition to the name and address on the front, there's a pink cat's paw print that's the hospital's logo.
At the recipient's office, his name was neatly written with a pen.
The sender probably didn't write it because the header was already printed on the envelope.
After hesitating for three seconds, he carefully cut along the edge of the envelope with a letter opener, but he didn't expect that there was an envelope inside.
The envelope inside is slightly smaller, and the outside is covered with a layer of plastic wrap. Looking at the size and style should be a card.
Qi Qin calmed down and opened the envelope inside.
It really is a card - the size is relatively large among the cards sold on the market, and the workmanship is also very fine. There are a few groups of furry meticulous cats printed on the front. The brushstrokes are so detailed that even the fluff is drawn one by one, lifelike and jumping on the paper. .
"Haha." Qi Jin inexplicably felt that her mood had eased a lot, and the corner of her mouth raised towards the cover image.
He was stunned when he opened the card.
There are also cat paw prints on the card, and they are veritable, cat paw prints dipped in soluble paint. He counted sixteen in total and arranged them in chronological order.
Next to each paw print, it is recorded in a straight pen:
"Chinese pastoral cat, cage No. 14, was discharged from the hospital on August 22 and has been adopted."
"The piebald cat, cage 6, was discharged from the hospital on August 24 and has been adopted."
"Siamese cat, cage 31, discharged on September 5, adopted."
…
…
and more.
It appears that each paw print was placed on the card when they were officially discharged.
In other words, this card was prepared at least a month ago.
The postmark on the envelope was yesterday afternoon, and he remembered that the email mentioned that the last kitten was sent away yesterday morning, so the card was also finished around that time.
The kitten's paw prints are a little unsteady, probably because the little guy is moving around, and some are crooked and out of shape.
But, so happy.
Qi Jin couldn't help but gently put her hand against her lips, restrained her throat from making a sound, turned her back to her colleague, lowered her head and stroked those small, colorful paw prints with her fingertips.
What to do, so happy-
It was the first time in my life that I received such a special gift, I was so happy.
At the end of the card, the same pen character also wrote such a paragraph.
"Mr. Qi: Before we got to know you, we never thought that we could find a new home for the little guys so smoothly, and we also received help from many enthusiastic people. The aftermath work that used to be quite difficult has become much easier because of your suggestion. Thank you for your special report, and thank you for your patience in replying to my emails every time, and also writing a post on the forum, thank you.”
Start another line here.
"This card is a little bit of my personal thought. I hope I can use these little guys to express my deep gratitude to you."
The conclusion is complete. Unlike the previous emails, this time it was not a hospital, but a person's name.
- "Shen Yan".
The handwriting is the same as the text, and it is beautiful and vigorous.
Qi Jin took a deep breath, stared at the card for a few minutes, suddenly closed it, closed it, put it back in the envelope, and then turned around and started typing quickly in front of the computer screen.
The work of collating information was cumbersome and lengthy, and he was unwell, so it was already efficient to be able to take a lunch break at noon.
However, he completed all the scheduled work ahead of schedule just after eleven o'clock.
File storage, packaging, and delivery.
He finished all the finishing work in one go, picked up the moon cake gift box issued by the unit, greeted his colleagues, and prepared to go out.
"I'm done with my work in the morning. I'll leave now, and I'll be back for the interview in the afternoon." Qi Jin's speech was as hurried as his pace.
"Hey? Didn't you say you should take a good rest and recuperate during your lunch break?" The colleague was greatly surprised.
"Go out and deliver something." Qi Jin said.
In the past, it was all about office work and could follow the car directly, but now it is a personal matter, so it is difficult to ask for a car from the unit, so you can only take the subway and bus to go there. Even if you leave early, you must use your lunch break to drive back and forth.
It took more than an hour to get from the city center to the north area where the hospital is located, because of the need to transfer.
When Qi Jin arrived at the place, it happened to be lunch break in the hospital.
"Yo, comrade reporter, why are you free today?" Ms. Pang had completely put aside her doubts about him and greeted him warmly like an old friend. She was walking towards the nurse's lounge with a hot meal, and bumped into Qi Jin who was hurriedly walking in the corridor, so she called him in surprise and joy.
Qi Jin quickly stopped and smiled politely: "Hello, Sister Pang."
"Okay," Ms. Pang grinned, and hurriedly told him the good news, although he already knew the good news, "By the way, comrade reporter, yesterday the last cat was adopted successfully and was picked up by the new owner. ."
"That's great." Qi Jin laughed with her for a while, her smile narrowed slightly, her throat felt a little dry, she couldn't help clearing her throat before continuing, "That... Doctor Shen, is he there? I have something to give him."
"Yes, but at this time, he should have a lunch break." Ms. Pang asked him to go to the doctor's lounge on the second floor to find it.
"Okay." When Qi Jin heard the word "in", she breathed a sigh of relief and immediately walked towards the stairs.
The second floor belongs to the nursing area and laboratory, and is also the place where doctors usually rest. It is much quieter than the first floor.
After Qi Jin stepped on the second floor, he followed the signs on the route sign and walked deeper into the corridor. No one was seen along the way. The nurses probably went outside for lunch. The hustle and bustle outside the hospital gradually drifted away, and his footsteps gradually eased, trying not to destroy the rare quiet here.
At the end of the corridor is the doctor's lounge.
Further back, you can see a few sycamore trees across the windowsill. The leaves are half green and half yellow, not yet completely withered, exuding the cool, cold and refreshing smell of mid-autumn.
Qi Jin hadn't heard a single sound from the very beginning. So he was a little worried, would that person also go out to eat
With some trepidation, he came to the door of the lounge.
The door was closed.
Before the hand knocked down, Qi Jin glanced cautiously into the room, then she was stunned, and put the raised hand back in time.
The curtains in the lounge are the same as the doors, with only a gap left to allow light to leak out.
There is only a desk and a chair in the room of only ten square meters, and the rest is a sofa.
The man had his head resting on the shoulders of the sofa, lying on it in a natural position, eyes closed, arms staggered on a small blanket covered in front of him. It seems to have been like this for a while.
- It turned out that he was taking a nap.
No wonder there was no sound at all. Qi Jin was a little thankful that she didn't knock on the door just now and didn't wake him up.
At this time, a gust of wind came in from the window at the end of the corridor. The wind was not too strong or too small. In addition to making the branches and leaves of the plane tree sway, it also gently pushed the hidden door in. Just enough space for one person to pass through.
Like a silent hint.
Facing the half-open door, Qi Jin stood for a while. Sure enough... If you're giving something away, it's better to deliver it in front of the other person rather than putting it at the door
With this thought in mind, he moved his footsteps and quietly entered the house.
When I was outside the door, I thought there was no sound. It was not until I walked to the sofa that I realized that there was still a sound—a faint, even breathing sound, accompanied by the ups and downs of the chest, faintly scattered in the air, transmitted to the in his ears.
This time without wearing a mask, I can hear and see.
So he looks like this...
Qi Jin lowered his head slightly and looked at the man's face. His sleeping appearance is very peaceful, his eyebrows are flat, and his face is covered with a thin layer of light, so that his outline gives a strong and cold feeling in a low-light environment. But the temperament exuded from the whole body is very soft, like a clear stream flowing through the hard rock.
Although he didn't open his eyes, he could completely fill in one by one in his mind based on his own impression of his eyes.
Luckily I didn't open my eyes.
Because Qi Jin didn't know what kind of eyes he was staring at now, and he didn't know why he reached out his hand like a ghost, lightly touched a lock of hair that fell on his forehead, and pushed it away for him.
Don't open your eyes.
If you open your eyes, it will be bad.
"Meow."
A very light cat meow was suddenly heard nearby.
Qi Jin shuddered suddenly, her fingers hurriedly retracted, and she held her breath to look at the source of the sound—under the blanket covered by the man, a small furry head actually burrowed out.
is a cat.
It turned out that the blanket was not for him, but to keep the cat warm. Probably the little guy was naughty and needed his constant care, so he slept in his arms during the lunch break.
Qi Jin didn't dare to move.
He had forgotten how to breathe, held his breath, and stared at the cat's next move, for fear that it would roll over and wake the man.
Fortunately, the little guy seemed to be still relatively weak, his wet black eyes looked at Qi Jin curiously for a while, then narrowed again, rubbed his chin against the button of the doctor's shirt, his fleshy paw pads pressed against his chest, and continued. Get down and get warm. Qi Jin felt that her cold sweat was about to seep out in just a few seconds.
His heart was beating violently, thumping wildly, probably because he was frightened.
The symptoms of fever seem to be worse than before.
Qi Jin stood still and managed to calm down, but he couldn't help but laugh twice. The picture in front of him suddenly made him think of a word - "father and son".
In the past, the photos of the kittens in the emails were also taken in sleeping positions, but the doctor himself was never out of the camera.
Such a scene where a man and a cat are snuggling up to take a nap together is really rare.
Just like the act of forgetting myself for a while and transcending identity... It's really rare.
Qi Jin let go of the hand on her lips, patted her cheek, and restrained her expression, there was still a slight smile in her eyes.
He quietly took the phone out of his pocket and opened the camera app.
In order not to wake the other party, he canceled the option of automatic flash, adjusted the brightness directly with the help of subtle light, and then pressed the button. The screen flickered slightly on the phone, and then froze in a perfect composition.
He knew that some things just couldn't take that step.
So it's not a bad idea to leave a memory for yourself before you walk away voluntarily.
"Yes, that's all." Qi Jin sighed and smiled at the moment of confirming the preservation. She calmly put away her mobile phone and put down the mooncake gift box she had been holding on the other side, not paying any attention to the fact that the tassels of the gift bag had been removed. A deep trace was drawn in the palm of his hand.
He took out the notepad he carried with him, turned over the three pages that had recorded this man, and tore off a few blank ones.
"Sorry, I didn't have time to prepare the card," he murmured, walking to the desk and leaning over the table to write his reply. After it was all over, he quietly placed the sheets of paper full of handwriting in front of the man. The cat seemed to be aware of it, and when it stretched out its paws, it just pressed the edge of the paper.
Qi Jin smiled and said thank you to the little guy with his mouth, then put his fingers together and made a gesture of farewell.
The cat looked at him blankly, his eyes were hazy, and he fell down and continued to sleep.
And he had already straightened up and stood for about a minute or so, with his head tilted to the left, and his left hand stroked the scattered hair next to his ear.
People who are having a fever can't really understand the real temperature there.
As long as the fever subsides, it will naturally cool down—
Qi Jin lowered her eyes and turned her head away, walked out of the room softly, and closed the door politely.